New Year at the Ritz

New Year at the Ritz
Nikki Moore

The second short story in the fun & flirty #LoveLondon series from exciting new chick lit author Nikki Moore!New Year, New Love… or Old Love, New Start?Everyone keeps telling Frankie Taylor that a new year is a time for new beginnings. She's not so sure. Single for a year, she's been more than happy on her own, thanks very much!At least, that's what she thinks until she receives a note on New Year’s Eve inviting her to follow the clues, and her heart, across Knightsbridge.But who's behind the romantic adventure? Old flame Christian who she loved for years and was always there for her, or new admirer and work colleague Zack, who has the habit of turning up in all sorts of unexpected places?There's only one way she's going to find out…

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Dedication (#ulink_b0239b2d-6f0c-5733-8825-771b2580a0af)

To Mark, for taking me to The Ritz and The Savoy…but making me feel like a princess no matter where we go or what we do.

To my editor, Charlotte, for sharing cocktails at The Ritz with me just after offering me my first contract and making my dreams come true.

To my readers; Happy New Year – here's to a brilliant 2015.

Nb. While the very glamorous setting for this book is real, the events are not, and some elements of the story contain necessary poetic licence

Contents

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Title Page (#uf65a6c82-265a-5691-b98b-0faaa86d42b3)

Copyright (#ua49b48a6-2cdd-56d5-8b6f-ace8515bdc09)

Dedication (#u7572d9b0-bdc0-5514-b7d4-f0feace93768)

#LoveLondon Series (#uc16ac1ef-24f0-54bf-ade8-3bd2b1e5062e)

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Also by Nikki Moore (#litres_trial_promo)

Nikki Moore (#litres_trial_promo)

About HarperImpulse (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

#LoveLondon Series (#u624ab6d1-f5b9-5d13-897a-46ef3f294f4c)

Skating at Somerset House

New Year at the Ritz

Valentine’s on Primrose Hill

Cocktails in Chelsea

Strawberries at Wimbledon

Picnics in Hyde Park

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'Oh, balls!' Frankie Taylor stared at the mirror in dismay. She touched a hand to the back of her neck, where she used to have hair, and glared at her hairdresser in their shared reflection.

'You don't like it?' Davey asked, freezing with comb and scissors in mid-air against the backdrop of the heavy chrome and red leather salon. 'You said you wanted something different, a fresh start.'

'Yes, I wanted a change, because everyone keeps on at me to move on, and a new haircut is easier than bowing to pressure and getting a boyfriend.' She yanked on the ends of her glossy black hair, which were now only a few inches from her scalp, rather than shoulder length. 'By something different, I didn't mean half-bald!' The amount of hair on the floor was truly disturbing. 'So much for treating myself to a nice post-Christmas present,’ she muttered.

'Oh, love…I really thought you wanted something radical and besides, I've always thought short hair would suit you.' Putting scissors and comb down, he gently extracted her fingers from the newly blunt-cut locks and shaped the side-fringe across her forehead. 'It shows off those gorgeous almond-shaped violet eyes to perfection. And look at those cheekbones! You look a bit like Frankie from The Saturdays.’

'So now I share my name and a haircut with her.’ She stroked her exposed neck, feeling oddly naked with nothing covering her nape or tops of her ears. 'I'm going to be freezing – it's mid-winter!' Shaking her head, she watched the strands fall back into place. 'Okay, I guess it's not that bad,' she conceded. She wouldn't look so pale with make-up on. It'd hardly been worth applying any today, given she lived three doors down from the hairdressers above a kebab shop and was off work until 5 January.